#empostarter

[mcbucksss]

emporia was great for the youngest duck’s ego. he was so used to being crammed into a boat with his brothers, no one but each other and uncle donald to talk to. now, he really got to let loose... meaning, he had more places to fall asleep in, and more people to fall asleep on. today, he spent time out on the town after work, way more sugar in his system than he was actually allowed to consume on the clock. paused outside of a shop window, he watched his reflection “i’m so pretty, what the f-” hand running through his hair, he caught sight of the other person walking by “you’re pretty, too.” louie added, other hand leaving the pocket of his sweatshirt to give a thumbs up.

[meghvn]

“i just saw some couple practically fucking on some park bench.” meg spoke to to the person next to her, just needing to share her disgust and annoyance. “like can’t you do that anywhere else? i’ve never understood couples that are so obsessed with pda like that, it’s just gross.”

[vnderbilt]

“it’s burger day, it’s burger day. imma have some burgers and stay up all night again ! ” the girl sang as she walked, or rather, jumped down the street, her excitement seeming rather obvious the more her out of tune melody kept going.

[ozwaldos]

oswald felt unlike most of his schoolmates, he enjoyed the job he had. working in the library was calming. he could read as much as he wanted, not many people came by to ask about him or his brother. it was peaceful. not to mention, they had a killer selection of keurig cups. he was so enthralled by the novel he had found, something he had read hundreds of times, but never grew tired of, he hadn’t noticed the person come up to the service desk. after an unknown passage of time, oswald finally looked up, “shit- fuck wait, hey, sorry, what can i help you with?” he closed his book, putting down his coffee.

[lyingsuns]

“are you a night person or a morning person?” the girl said, not even giving the other a second to answer. “i really like the morning! there’s so much time in the day to get things done in the morning. you have the whole day ahead of you!” she exclaimed. “but the night can be so pretty. i just love stars. i like the sun more than the moon though. wouldn’t it be so cool if stars and the sun could be out at the same time?” she rambled on. it wasn’t like she had many people besides her mother to talk to back home. 

[mvbells]

mabel, since getting to emporia, had been in her own little world. she worked, which was fun, and she went to class, which was not always so fun, and in her free time, she tried to party or mingle to the best of her ability. right now, though, she was just trying to unwind. she had her headphones on, blasting her tunes, and bobbing at first. the bobbing grew to swaying and the swaying evolved into full on dancing, bouncing and singing. “super trouper beams are gonna find are gonna find meeee, shining like the suuuun, smiling having fuuuun, feeling like i’m number on--” she had spun while dancing and found she wasn’t alone, jumping out of her skin as she pushed the headphones off. “oh! hey! hi! i didn’t know someone else was here.”

[mickvy]

michael shivered as he stood behind the counter in his uniform, both from the cold radiating off the ice creams freezer and out of shame that he was actually working. he’s worked since he was a child, never a moment unemployed, but never like this. he had never been so embarrassed, already dreading what would come of it if someone took a photo and posted it online, or if people began to see him differently. this was all a new phase in his life, as if he was going backwards in life, from success to menial work. nonetheless he tried to wear his uniform with pride and stand tall, that way no one would see the way he felt. “welcome to olaf’s ice cream parlor, what can i get you?” he asked, a different type of line he had to memorize for work.

[pazificas]

getting off work pacifica felt gross, even if all she did was fold some clothes and ring some people up. she had never had to work a day in her life, never had to fold clothes until she got there and had to go through proper training for it. she feels lesser then, inferior doing this, and there was nothing she hated more then feeling that way. walking back after her shift she saw she wasn’t the only one walking down this street, and while she usually didn’t just talk to some strangers on the street she needed someone to complain to. “don’t you just hate working? it drags on for so long and it’s so boring. i kept getting yelled at for being on my phone even though like nobody came in. it’s such bullshit.” she ranted to the stranger, as if they’d care.